lyrics
been faced with the commonplace
all my days on the highways of the gray
the faces all the same, insane
from behind windowpanes
moebius trip of a middle lane
taking its tollbooth takes the change
never makes it
never makes it there
I see smoke where there is none
that's how far it's gone
maybe the fires of yesteryear
or the burnings to come
I see smoke where there is none
illusions on the horizon
narcoleptic on a gray screen saver
bonfires rage
they lick the stage
the faculties these infatuations impair
no inhalation could compare
the screen wavers, fades the page
moebius trip of a middle lane
taking its tollbooth takes the change
never makes it
never makes it there
I see smoke where there is none
that's how far it's gone
maybe the fires of yesteryear
or the burnings to come
I see smoke where there is none
illusions on the horizon
my car is gray and the highway and a brain
I take another flyover, break a bottleneck
we all rage
we all rage
we all rage
we all rage
we all rage
credits
from
early mixes / original masters,
track released January 30, 2015
synth: Sam Chaney
drums: Tiffany Criswell
guitar, vocals, additional electronics: Tom Florida
bass: Ben-Darrow Goodman
song, images, and production by Thomas David Fosburr
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